"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and monetary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal."
I am trying to see things in perspective.
My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter
chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot
have this, because chocolate makes dogs
very sick. My dog does not understand this.
She pouts and wraps herself around my leg
like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me
to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in,
she eventually gives up and lays in the corner,
under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the
universe has my best interest in mind like I have
my dogs. When I want something with my whole
being, and the universe withholds it from me,
I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl.
She thinks this is what she wants, but she
does not understand how it will hurt.
Trapped behind bars I cut from
And lack of self control
My hands are streaming—red
“Where else can I go?”
Up to a place
I’ll never get to
From this hole I called a home.
—Can you get me out of bed?
Can you get me out of bed?
The mists and mountains
Must live somewhere
Somewhere green outside my head
—But I will never breathe them if I can’t
Get out of bed
And a heart is just a traitor
To a spirit that’s grown sick
I never noticed
That my blood had run so thick
Wake up, kid
You’ll ‘mount to nothing
Wake up, kid
You’re getting old
You are grey and dust incarnate
And you think you’re young and bold
Take a trip outside your doorstep
Try to hit a path alone
So He’ll say
“You gone done good, kid.”
So stop wasting
What you own.
My hands are floating out to you
Across the savage sea
My eyes are misted, heart is slow
My fingers, they aren’t free
You cast a spell, you called the gods
The pixies in the trees
Have played me like a puppet
And your strings are part of me
I’ll take a trip at midnight
And you’ll dance into my mind
I remember love—a shockwave
You will never have my eyes
You can call the sword of Ares
And the dragons out from Thebes
You can tell your thousand fairies
To fly out and capture me
You can fraternize with witches
They can lend you every spell
But I will never love you
Like I loved you
All too well.
Hey Shawna! Really enjoy the high production value and thought that goes into your videos. I also work in a creative field and I have always struggled with taking criticism. It always makes me really emotional and dead creatively. Do you have any tips on not taking criticism so personally?
Thank you! Re: criticism -
1. Consider the source. Does this person have any background in video? Do the things they say come from a place of knowledge or a place of opinion? What are they getting out of critiquing you? Should their opinion be remembered or discarded?
2. Consider your motive. Why did you make this project? Did it achieve what you wanted it to? If it did, then the points people bring to you saying aspects of it were “wrong” can often be rendered moot. If it didn’t, then what anyone says is more or less the least of your worries. You’re already your own worst critic.
3. Be prepared. Pour everything you have into what you make. Make it the best you can and then let it go. Decide how you feel about it before releasing it. Distance yourself and then take in what everyone says with a level head, knowing it’s yours and it is the way it is.
4. Strive for improvement. No one is perfect. Everyone needs to grow. There is no one way to do film. Always be ready to improve and take every comment on your art as a potential means to do so. 9/10 times peoples’ “critiques” are opinion based, but it’s good to know your audience and to be sensitive to what they’d like to see. It’s your art. Make it the best you can.
5. Calm down. Just make stuff. Making stuff is fun.